I remember when I was growing up, my mother showed me a letter that her friend, J.H. Joyner, had written to her. I can't remember whether it was before he left to fight in WW2, or after he was deployed. What I do remember is that he seemed to have a premonition that he was going to die in battle, and indeed he did. After my mother's death I really wanted to find that letter, but never did. Why do we always wait until it's too late before we ask to hear the stories and to record them?